Dragon King's Harem Chapter 231. The Dragon's Celebration I
After that lunch, Evelina took a rest while I went to the meeting room with Eir and General Guillotine. They reported on our current situation, and we discussed our plans for the next steps and preparations.
This meeting was of the utmost importance since we had to go to Vurdor with a large number of prisoners, and I knew that they would slow us down significantly since it meant that we would have to travel by foot. Coupled with a large number of injured orcs, it would be easier for us to just take the important hostages and kill the others. In this case, Glasha and Uraugh's corpse. So we had to think of another way if I still wanted to fulfill my promise to Evelina.
The only solution I could think of was to take them on the sky carriage. But this was not the carriage that was usually used to carry people, it was the carriage that was usually used to carry supplies. So there were no fancy amenities or even seats. They would have to stand along the way like chickens on a truck. With that, we should be able to arrive sooner. If we didn’t encounter any obstacles, I estimated that we would only need a few days to reach Vurdor.
Well, releasing those prisoners in the nearest orc town was a better solution. But after all the trouble we went through to capture them and allow them to live, they should at least give me some benefit. They would be a nice bargaining chip. Aside from Glasha, of course. After all, this fortress had many sky carriages due to the long war, and most of the Wyverns were in good condition. After a good rest and some nice food, they should be ready for another battle, not to mention transport us.
As for me, Evelina and Glasha, although I preferred to ride on a Wyvern, I had to swallow my wish and use a royal carriage with them. It was because I had to keep Uraugh's corpse frozen and make sure Glasha didn't do anything stupid, no matter what it was. Indeed, the bracelet had sealed her strength and made her obey my orders, but she was a stubborn woman.
Judging from her last reaction, I was sure she wouldn’t stay quiet and just give up. So, I had to keep an eye on her. So yeah, it kind of felt less like a war and I didn't like it since we looked like we had come to bring souvenirs. Well, I could count their king's corpse as a souvenir though.
This whole situation made me uneasy, and I couldn't help but feel like we were losing the essence of what a war was. It felt more like a game of chess where we were moving pieces around to gain the advantage, rather than the brutal and bloody battles that I was used to.
We also discussed the logistics and the potential challenges of this plan and finally, we all came to a consensus. This was the best course of action, and we would have to make do with our resources.
As the meeting with Guillotine and Eir came to a close, we solidified our plan for the journey ahead. Guillotine would be responsible for commanding the soldiers and managing the food supplies, while Eir would be in charge of the prisoners. After confirming that we would depart in two days, we closed the discussion and I made my way out of the meeting room.
I spent the rest of the day walking around the fortress walls, taking in the sights and sounds of the aftermath of the battle. My eyes roamed over the remnants of the battlefield, taking in the destruction that had been wrought upon this land.
The scene before me was one of chaos and devastation. Corpses of orcs, minotaurs, and dragons littered the ground, their bodies twisted and contorted in grotesque and unnatural ways. The smell of death hung heavy in the air, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease and disgust at the sight before me.
The soldiers were hard at work, trying to clean up the mess left behind by the battle. They mostly burned the enemies' soldiers’ bodies since leaving their corpses alone for too long would only attract the monster horde to feast on them. I even started seeing some of the monsters start stealing the corpses and pull them away from this place so they could enjoy their food in a more comfortable place, not in a place full of dragons like this.
The fire of the pyres danced and flickered in the afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the barren landscape. The smoke that rose from the pyres colored the sky a hazy gray, and I couldn't help but think of the cruelty of this world. The world of beasts.
As the suns set, the dragons began to celebrate their hard-won victory. Drinks flowed freely as the soldiers laughed and sang in the fortress hall, forgetting their wounds for a moment as they reveled in the joy of victory.
The orcs, who were being held as prisoners, could only listen to the sounds of the dragons' celebration from their cages. Despite their captivity, the dragons had provided them with enough food to keep them alive, though it was clear that it was not a feast by any means.
The party was a far cry from the usual grand celebrations held in the palace. There were no fancy glasses, only mugs filled with the best wine and beers. There were no fancy tables and decorations, only tables filled with tasty meat and bowls of flavourful fruits. The atmosphere was one of camaraderie and brotherhood, as the soldiers shared in their victory and paid homage to their fallen comrades.
As I sat at my table, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my people. They had fought bravely and sacrificed much to secure this victory, and it was only fitting that they should be able to let loose and enjoy the fruits of their labor.
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Dragon King's Harem Chapter 231. The Dragon's Celebration I
After that lunch, Evelina took a rest while I went to the meeting room with Eir and General Guillotine. They reported on our current situation, and we discussed our plans for the next steps and preparations.
This meeting was of the utmost importance since we had to go to Vurdor with a large number of prisoners, and I knew that they would slow us down significantly since it meant that we would have to travel by foot. Coupled with a large number of injured orcs, it would be easier for us to just take the important hostages and kill the others. In this case, Glasha and Uraugh's corpse. So we had to think of another way if I still wanted to fulfill my promise to Evelina.
The only solution I could think of was to take them on the sky carriage. But this was not the carriage that was usually used to carry people, it was the carriage that was usually used to carry supplies. So there were no fancy amenities or even seats. They would have to stand along the way like chickens on a truck. With that, we should be able to arrive sooner. If we didn’t encounter any obstacles, I estimated that we would only need a few days to reach Vurdor.
Well, releasing those prisoners in the nearest orc town was a better solution. But after all the trouble we went through to capture them and allow them to live, they should at least give me some benefit. They would be a nice bargaining chip. Aside from Glasha, of course. After all, this fortress had many sky carriages due to the long war, and most of the Wyverns were in good condition. After a good rest and some nice food, they should be ready for another battle, not to mention transport us.
As for me, Evelina and Glasha, although I preferred to ride on a Wyvern, I had to swallow my wish and use a royal carriage with them. It was because I had to keep Uraugh's corpse frozen and make sure Glasha didn't do anything stupid, no matter what it was. Indeed, the bracelet had sealed her strength and made her obey my orders, but she was a stubborn woman.
Judging from her last reaction, I was sure she wouldn’t stay quiet and just give up. So, I had to keep an eye on her. So yeah, it kind of felt less like a war and I didn't like it since we looked like we had come to bring souvenirs. Well, I could count their king's corpse as a souvenir though.
This whole situation made me uneasy, and I couldn't help but feel like we were losing the essence of what a war was. It felt more like a game of chess where we were moving pieces around to gain the advantage, rather than the brutal and bloody battles that I was used to.
We also discussed the logistics and the potential challenges of this plan and finally, we all came to a consensus. This was the best course of action, and we would have to make do with our resources.
As the meeting with Guillotine and Eir came to a close, we solidified our plan for the journey ahead. Guillotine would be responsible for commanding the soldiers and managing the food supplies, while Eir would be in charge of the prisoners. After confirming that we would depart in two days, we closed the discussion and I made my way out of the meeting room.
I spent the rest of the day walking around the fortress walls, taking in the sights and sounds of the aftermath of the battle. My eyes roamed over the remnants of the battlefield, taking in the destruction that had been wrought upon this land.
The scene before me was one of chaos and devastation. Corpses of orcs, minotaurs, and dragons littered the ground, their bodies twisted and contorted in grotesque and unnatural ways. The smell of death hung heavy in the air, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease and disgust at the sight before me.
The soldiers were hard at work, trying to clean up the mess left behind by the battle. They mostly burned the enemies' soldiers’ bodies since leaving their corpses alone for too long would only attract the monster horde to feast on them. I even started seeing some of the monsters start stealing the corpses and pull them away from this place so they could enjoy their food in a more comfortable place, not in a place full of dragons like this.
The fire of the pyres danced and flickered in the afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the barren landscape. The smoke that rose from the pyres colored the sky a hazy gray, and I couldn't help but think of the cruelty of this world. The world of beasts.
As the suns set, the dragons began to celebrate their hard-won victory. Drinks flowed freely as the soldiers laughed and sang in the fortress hall, forgetting their wounds for a moment as they reveled in the joy of victory.
The orcs, who were being held as prisoners, could only listen to the sounds of the dragons' celebration from their cages. Despite their captivity, the dragons had provided them with enough food to keep them alive, though it was clear that it was not a feast by any means.
The party was a far cry from the usual grand celebrations held in the palace. There were no fancy glasses, only mugs filled with the best wine and beers. There were no fancy tables and decorations, only tables filled with tasty meat and bowls of flavourful fruits. The atmosphere was one of camaraderie and brotherhood, as the soldiers shared in their victory and paid homage to their fallen comrades.
As I sat at my table, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my people. They had fought bravely and sacrificed much to secure this victory, and it was only fitting that they should be able to let loose and enjoy the fruits of their labor.
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